Mario The Plummer Is A Demisexual Trade Worker Who Gathers Coins And Jumps Across Holes In His Free Time,

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

i can't fucking shut up about the man that people are starting to call "The Claims Adjuster" because he not only shot that evil fucker but:

wrote deny defend depose on the bullets in sharpie

deliberately left behind a backpack in central park full of fucking monopoly money

and the cherry on top (so far) is that he potentially used a gun that was designed for veterinarians to put down sick animals

its art, its amazing, this is the best thing thats happened in like 10 years and he is my hero. Everything has felt so bleak and this is like a ray of light shining through the dark clouds into my soul

may they never catch him, and may we never find out who he was

i love archeology for the sole reason of knowing that we've always been the same. we've always admired the stars, always wondered about the purpose, the creation, the higher power. we're connected by art, music, dance, laughter we've shared with eachother. i can feel our history in every handshake, in every smile, every tear on my cheek. we've always been human, looking up to the sky, wondering, searching for answers, feeling as alive as ever.

she lets me hit because every day is an opportunity

anyone else notice inchworms are lowkey whimsical

Homemade custard with fresh peaches and double cream by Izzy (youforgottheblueberries_ on instagram)

The Dodgers may have won the pennant, but the Mets have won my heart.

It’s only been a couple of weeks since I saw a clip of Ohtani’s HR/SB record and then the Polar Bear’s homer to claim the wild card spot in the NLDS but I feel like I’ve been a fan of this team for years.

In a way I think it’s poetic that the player that got me thinking about baseball in the first place was the player to knock out the team I immediately latched on to.

So, while it was a rollercoaster ride through the Phillies series into a 2-4 loss in the NLCS, I’m so proud of what the Mets achieved this year and where they got to considering where they started.

I may not even know when the baseball season starts up again, but I’m going to be there cheering for the Mets whenever it does.

House of Leaves is great, but taken as a book entire it really is an unparalleled source of exposure therapy for ‘should of’ instead of ‘should’ve’ (and the other variants thereof).

Just broke my TV with the power of malaise and a bouncy phone case.

Safe deposit lockers manufactured during 1840. One of the engineering marvel of our ancestors. Great !